I love angst!fics. I really do. I also love writing them. And, let's be honest here, I've been feeling pretty down lately…I need to wash it out. And the ultimate embodiment of angst, to me, is the AMAZING music of Three Days Grace. So, I thought, why not write up some angst!fics based on their songs? And so here it is. THIS IS NOT A SONGFIC. Or, at least, I don't consider it that way. It is (or hopefully will be) a collection of Warriors angst!oneshpts and/or drabbles based off of Three Days Grace's songs. So, in a sense it is, but…it isn't. No lyrics are interspersed.
Anyway, I do not own the Warriors series or any of its characters, nor do I own any Three Days Grace song.
Enjoy,
Scourge--"Goin' Down"
I'll bet you thought that you could win this.
Look at you. You're immense. Huge. Hulking. And there's something about your eyes; I'll bet you think you can control a cat with one glance.
Look at me. I'm small. Scrappy. Almost unnoticeable. But my eyes are often called special, too.
Yours are amber. They're burning hot, like fire--yes, you won't realize it, but you and that cat you're out to get--you share that much. Your heat frightens all those around you, and that's how you control them. Fear, and lies, and hollow promises.
I'll admit, I use those tactics often as well. But my cats can't escape.
My eyes are blue. They're cold, like ice. And blue, like water. Funny, water is soothing, if you let it be. Water, if trusted, will let you in. Let you play and splash, give you some happiness, enough to draw you deeper and deeper. Closer. And then, just when you think you're safe…it drowns you. Water in your lungs, struggling to get free, its icy hold too strong…
Choke.
Water douses fire, every time.
You think I forgot about you? You think I forgot the time you assaulted me in the forest? The time when you brutalized me, as a tiny kit? Took away my trust in all cats, and planted a seed of hatred in my belly--mind you, the flower it grew into was always withered…but do you think I forgot that?
Or, no. Wait. You knew I wouldn't forget. You forgot.
That was your first mistake.
Your second was love.
Pah, I thought it didn't exist. How could it? Life has nothing to do with taking care of others. Life is--well, life is to stay alive, and get what you want. Fools, there is no such thing as love. Not when everyone is ultimately out to keep themselves happy.
But even you, the murderer, tyrant, and selfish cat that you are, know of love. You're so soft it turns my stomach. You love your kits, above all.
Hah, you thought I wouldn't know about them. You thought you'd keep them safe, all warm and sweet and cute and baby-fied in their nests, while daddy dear went out and killed.
Foolish Tigerstar. I have eyes everywhere.
And your mate, too. That Sasha thing, filthy purebred. If she can get some maggot Twoleg to look after her and that burgeoning belly of hers, she might produce something worthwhile.
Don't think I've forgotten Goldenflower, either. You lie when you say she means nothing to you; if anything, Sasha is the one that doesn't mean anything. Goldenflower always gave you hope for yourself. She almost made you believe that you could ever be anything more than a fat, evil, slavering rat. She gave you hope to become a good leader, strong and quick-witted.
You even love ShadowClan, if for no other reason but that they gave you the one thing you most desired: a chance at power.
But soon enough, all that you love will be lost.
That's right. You will go before them…every second that you breathe is a strain for me, therefore, you must die first…but in dying, you will know that we plan to leave no one else alive, either. Your dream will have failed, forest fool. Firestar will die, ThunderClan will die. But not by your claws.
No, and I won't be struck down by you, either. Once, I was. Never again.
You never ever thought that I'd be the one to take your life.
The forest swirls around us, the wind ruffling my fur and the leaves wafting through the air like rain. You stand facing me, fur up, eyes agleam. You're confident you can win this; despite Boulder's warnings, you take me for nothing more than a mere pipsqueak, a flea to be squashed and thrown from your pelt.
Wrong.
You leap, claws outstretched, and I can feel my fury grow so great that I know I'll leave this place without a scratch on me. I do not move, but to raise one of my paws; the sunlight glints on me as I knock you down with a single coldly vicious swat. You hiss with fury, but I cut it short.
I waste no time at all; my reinforced claws sink into your weak throat and I tear down, stripping you from chin to tail. You writhe and writhe, twitching and howling in agony. There's a lot of blood seeping out from you, more than I've seen in a while, but that's a good thing. Pleasure floods through me in deep waves, intensified as I look around to see the shocked faces of the other puny Clan cats.
They have seen me. The glory of BloodClan. Our sheer power. Determination. Grit. And, above all, heartlessness. We will not respect boundaries. We need no leader but me. We do not need love. We do not know love.
BloodClan is me. I am water, bloody water, and I have drowned the first fire.
AN: okay, that's the first one. Maybe not my best, but I did what I felt up to. I hope you liked it; more should be coming soon. Thank you for reading, reviews and CC appreciated. :)
~Shrumie
